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    One Day Soon (5)

    One Day Soon – Part 5

     

     

     

     

    Manhattan Beach, Brooklyn, 2007

    Three wishes. If I could have three wishes, what would they be? The urge is there right away to say that I’d ask for my old life back in its entirety, I’ve hankered after it for several years now so why wouldn’t I? Perhaps because I’m slowly learning, maybe it’s about time I realise that my old life, ‘our’ old life, wasn’t so idyllic after all.

    The child with the dog watches on as his hairy mongrel runs in to the sea, it looks like fun and I have an urge to follow him.

    I should make a wish for happiness. But my own happiness is so involved with other people right now; it isn’t just about *me* anymore, my life needs Angie, and subsequently her mother to be content before I can be. It’s because of this that I watched her leave, because she told me it was what she wanted and I value her sanity way before my own. If she wanted to move I would follow and if she wanted to stay, or even come closer, I would welcome her back with open arms.

    I run my toes across the top of a smooth shell that Angie would love, extracting it from its sandy tomb with my feet, my nail varnish is chipped and frayed, it seems I don’t look after myself with Jodi like I used to with Tina.

    Although in fact we took care of each other, I protected her and in return she nurtured me. I still can’t convince myself that what we had wasn’t special; it’s just I think I failed to realise at the time that the harder you climb, the higher you reach, the further there is to fall and we were high, we were truly soaring. I close my eyes; the sound of her breath in my ear makes me fold in two, my one true wish, that I hadn’t fallen.

    I still don’t know why. I can explain it with the necessary reasons and platitudes but in my heart I still can’t believe that I let it happen. I loved her so much, I craved her and yet I missed her and ached for her in a way that hurt me more than anything I’ve ever felt before or since. 

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    Comments

    1. hey there, i’ve just read this chapter…been mia for a couple of weeks…but loved this…so poignant…now I have to go backwards…while I’m reading back maybe you can post forward huh????? pleasz

    2. oh sofa, another tibette chapter? oh, wait, that’s your ship. ok;) well it was lovely’ly written as always. i wish tina’s name had been helena, but that’s ok–you do your thang so well that i overlooked that minor detail;)

    3. I will NOT apologize. What I will do is duct tape helebette’s mouth shut for you, though. :P GO HOME BETTE! YAY! Oh sofa, that completely made my night… *sigh* So wonderfully heartwrenching. Yet I’m still not sorry for delaying it! LOL

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